Fool's Blog

08 Aug 2014 – Park

The discipline of paving parking lots
extends to planting pines – four in a row.
A healthy separation as they squat.
Sweet nature never would’ve placed them so.
We pimp her in our folly – to our doom,
demanding form where chaos ever ruled,
our children’s children left to pay the debt,
their father’s fathers long since in their tombs –
in life so wise, in death revealed as fools
beyond all consolation of regret.


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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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